Jotham, Silveran Capital.
2030
Yuka and Hazel carefully watched Anya as she walked into one of the chambers in the east wing. Her men stood by the door, guarding her.
"Do you know her?" Hazel asked her companion who had a confused look on his face.
"This doesn't make any sense. Why would father bring in another half blood into the palace, especially one that is both Silveran and Galactican--"
"Thats it" Hazel said and his frown deepened.
"What?"
"She's like you"
Yuka's eyes widened when he finally understood what was going on. The half blood was supposed to get married to him. His stomach churned with uneasiness. He'd always found a way to escape things like this. But, at this point, he didn't have the faintest idea of how he was going to escape this one and it worried him.
"Do you, by any chance, know why she's here?" Hazel probed further.
"No" he breathed.
"No, I don't" he lied.
As if on cue, a guard walked up to the second prince.
